Hoppy Hour

So, I think I may have just had a breakthrough with this whole beer brewing/connoisseur-ship/obsession thing that I've been subjected to over the past few months. My specialty in the beer brewing process is the making of hop bags. And by specialty I mean what the boys get me to do so I don't get bored and start complaining. I was making a hop bag earlier and found myself appreciating the smell of the tiny pellets, which was unusual because normally any scent involved in the beer making process makes we want to vomit. Later when I took a sip of a beer, that is apparently very hoppy, I noticed a familiar flavor that I happened to really like. Then it dawned on me that the flavor I was tasting was the same smell I was appreciating earlier. Holy shit! It's the hops! I actually discerned the flavor of hops from a beer and what's more, I LIKED IT! I've always been more of a wine-lover than a beer drinker except for the occasional Miller Lite, but I think I may have just been converted thanks to the hops. Miller Lite, Schmiller Lite.

-Cydne (Guest Blogger)